dear absent
by Nick Newman
I saw a statue today
and though the laps of water and wine and tender touch
are long since dust, the lips twitch in memory:
absence, absent, he tasted of honey.
Nick Newman (he/him) grew up in China and Scotland, and studies English Lit at the Uni of Leeds. His work appears in Marías at Sampaguitas, is forthcoming in FEED lit mag and Lucky Pierre, and you can find him procrastinating on twitter @_NickNewman .